Chapter 299: Lin Mo

"Don't misunderstand—I've always been wild and free-spirited, nothing but a wanderer at heart."

Nan Gong Yi Chen raised an eyebrow at several female disciples who had once consulted him, and flashed them a flirtatious glance.

Unfortunately, the female disciples now saw him as if he were a venomous serpent or scorpion, utterly devoid of their former charm; all lowered their heads, avoiding his gaze, terrified of being singled out by him.

Nan Gong Yi Chen sighed inwardly.

Indeed, a man as outstanding as I am is not

This was the first time Liu Xianglan had ever proactively asked about the auction, and from her tone, it was clear she was thinking solely of Lin Zifan.

Fu Lai immediately went to investigate and marked the locations of similar demonic insects on the map. Fortunately, they had collected many demonic beasts along the way, and each one pointed out where these insects lurked—though they were also instructed to pay attention to Feng Su's size; insects that didn't form rivers could be ignored.

If it were any other matter, Xu Yan might have changed his mind, but not now—not because he was loyal or righteous, but because he had another plan.

"Who the hell shattered my dream? I'll smash their head!" Xu Yan's voice was fierce and furious, his rage making the class monitor tremble in fear.

The Qinglian Association used every means possible to finally bring Dr. Liu to Chongqing, and hypnosis began.

At that moment, everyone—including the leaders of the major factions, Long Xinye and others—were stunned beyond measure; not one of them had ever imagined events would unfold in this way.

Whether because her resentment and grievance had finally found an outlet, a target capable of calming it all, her heart grew unexpectedly still.

The Japanese company commander didn't understand deeper Chinese, but he'd heard "f*** your mother" often enough.

"Mm." Ye Feng looked at Su Ningxue's beautiful face, faintly lined with worry, and felt a surge of emotion—but said nothing. He never liked empty words, especially not to those he valued.

Seeing Zhao Lin'er struggling in his arms, Ye Feng paused instinctively, startled, and looked at her in confusion.

Even in the Twelve Wings' internal ranking tournament, held only once every fifty years, he had never given up against his elder brother Ouyang Nuo; though each time he was left battered and bruised, he still fought relentlessly for the top spot.

"Young Master! Ahead lies General Xiahou's encampment!" Cao Ang, tossed about in the carriage and desperate to vomit, suddenly saw Yang Yuan yank the reins, halting the warhorse. He looked up—and realized they had reached the left encampment commanded by Xiahou Dun.

As the crimson energy flowed in, the surface of the Blood Bodhi at the heart of the blood underwent an incredible transformation.

"Didn't interrupt you, Brother Tie!" Zhao Kang smiled and followed Tie Cang into the tavern.

We didn't understand what had succeeded, or what skill this was—when suddenly, the boss's movements grew slower and slower, unable to cast any skills.

Gu Hengbo's expression darkened. She glanced at Qin Fei, saw his calm, confident demeanor, and fell silent.

If she wished to have no regrets, she must fight for it herself—even a sliver of hope was enough for her fiery spirit to refuse surrender.

At this moment, the "Flower" sister's face showed fear. She didn't seem to have any special strength—why then was she so arrogant?

Yet from his ink-black pupils, Huang Xinying still saw a thread of tenderness that shattered her heart.

Because everyone in the municipal government knew Chu Haoran was the deputy mayor's honorary advisor, and because he was the hero who defeated the Demon Hand, the guards outside didn't even ask—they let the taxi drive straight into the municipal compound.

After resting briefly, the three mounted the carriage and continued their gallop, arriving just in time at Songyang City as noon approached.